Director Tian's arm trembled slightly as he took back his phone. He glanced at Xiao Zheng with a complicated look and pursed his lips, "Xiao Zheng. Secretary Song is here. "
Xiao Zheng's action of smoking paused slightly. No one knew what he was thinking, but a slight smile appeared on his face, "It's good that he's here."
Good?
What's good?
With Secretary Song's appearance, even if you, Xiao Zheng, have a powerful background, you probably don't have the confidence to openly challenge Secretary Song, right?
After all, connections were connections, and backing was backing. Secretary Song himself was already a member of the Politburo, a real big shot with real power at the deputy national level. Do you, a business leader, want to fight with officials and national leaders?
Director Tian couldn't figure out what Xiao Zheng was thinking, but he was very clear about one thing. Once Secretary Song appeared in person, it proved that Xiao Zheng had completely angered the nominal leader of the capital. He didn't even avoid the recent limelight and wanted to personally deal with him.
Indeed, Xiao Zheng had the support of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' promising Minister Gong and the Ministry of Public Security's Minister Jin. The former was the direct descendant of the central giant, and his backing was amazing. In addition to the backing that was about to be promoted, he himself would also be promoted to the deputy national level in the near future.
But backing was backing, they were not Xiao Zheng's biological parents, and secondly, they were not direct siblings. Could they take out all their assets to support Xiao Zheng?
And Secretary Song himself was a member of the Politburo and the leader of the Beijing Municipal Committee. Comparing the two, it was obvious who was superior!
Once Secretary Song appeared in person, even if Minister Gong and Minister Jin wanted to support Xiao Zheng, they might not be able to do it. The political struggle in the dark was in full swing. The storm on the surface was related to Xiao Zheng and Secretary Song. But it had little to do with Minister Gong and Minister Jin. It didn't even have anything to do with them.
Even if they wanted to support him on the surface, they didn't have a good reason.
This was Director Tian's logic. It was also the irrefutable evidence that once Secretary Song personally made a move, Xiao Zheng would undoubtedly lose.
At this moment, the only thing Director Tian wanted to do was to persuade Xiao Zheng to let go. He knew that Xiao Zheng couldn't fight against Secretary Song. There was no benefit in shedding all pretenses. It wasn't worth it just for a breath of pride.
Of course, Chief Tian was not a charity, and he was not a relative of Xiao Zheng. He wanted to persuade Xiao Zheng so that he could deal with the aftermath. Otherwise, if things got out of hand, Secretary Song wouldn't let him off easily.
Whether it was for public or private reasons, he had to coordinate again.
"I've already beaten him up. I've already scolded him. "Chief Tian took a puff of his cigarette with a straight face and said in a low voice. "Song Sicheng was also sent to the police station by you. How much trouble do you want to cause before you stop? "
"I've calmed down. Xiao Zheng said with a calm look in his eyes.
Smooth Qi?
When are you going to be able to calm down?
Do you really need Secretary Song to smooth things over for you?
Director Tian was about to say something but saw Xiao Zheng put out the second cigarette and said calmly, "It's windy outside. I'll go in and have a cup of hot tea."
After saying that, he ignored Chief Tian's frightened look and turned back to the station.
You think I'm going to give in when Secretary Song comes?
Then wouldn't I, Xiao Zheng, be susceptible to the soft approach and afraid of the hard approach?
…
A black Mercedes-Benz with the license plate of the capital's municipal committee sped along the road. The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. Short-length hair. Tanned skin. Square-shaped face. But that pair of bony palms betrayed his unusual past.
A strong man in his thirties sat in the passenger seat. His face was fair and gentle, and his physique was thin. One look and you could tell he was a long-time civil servant.
These two were Secretary Song's driver and secretary. Two of the most important positions and trusted confidants of Secretary Song. If he wanted to get close to Secretary Song, as long as he could build a relationship with these two, it would be half done. So as long as it was a leader with real power, their secretary and driver were always popular.
At this time. Secretary Song slightly closed his eyes. There was no joy on his resolute face. A pair of slightly old palms were gently placed on his thighs.
Secretary Song was 58 years old this year and had been in politics for more than 30 years. His family had some background, but it couldn't support him to this day. Basically, every time he was promoted after he became a deputy director, he relied on his own skill and ability.
Was 58 years old that old?
For ordinary people, it wasn't considered young. Sixty years old was rare since ancient times. In ancient times, people at this age could basically wave goodbye to life, let alone work. But in the officialdom, especially the officialdom of Hua Xia. This age was the best time to reach the peak. Those who were younger didn't have enough experience. Those who were older didn't have a long career. They were easily ignored. Only Secretary Song was 58 years old, which was simply the golden age.
But it had been a thorn in Secretary Song's heart for several years.
Looking at the previous leaders, they basically had the experience of gilding the pearls. Some of them had served two full terms, and some just symbolically served one term. It could be said that upright "young" deputy state officials went to the top of the pearls to gild the pearls. It could be said that it was a done deal.
But on the contrary, the position of the Yan Jing Municipal Party Secretary had become a so-called political tradition. Most of them would end their political career after their term was up and find a job to walk on the road to retirement. From this point of view, Secretary Song's political future was set in stone ever since he took this position. There wasn't much room for improvement.
It sounded depressing, but there were only a few people who could really reach the top among the nearly 100 million Party members in the country. At this point, it seemed that Secretary Song was only one step away from reaching the top. But how many people had been stumped by this one step?
Therefore, for many politicians, the personnel changes made when they were in office were the real core of the power struggle. Otherwise, why would Secretary Song still have to serve Old Master Yang when he retired? In addition to his seniority and seniority, it was also because many of the current big shots in office were directly under Old Master Yang. They were all promoted by Old Master Yang. It was often said that influence was reflected in specific events, reflected in the effectiveness of the words. The people below and above all listened to him.
Old Master Yang was a classic example.
He wasn't in the officialdom, but there was still a firm force at his disposal.
Secretary Song slowly turned this thorn into a promotion of confidants. He did as much as possible through his own power to make personnel changes. This was the norm in the officialdom.
But in recent years, Secretary Song had not been able to gain the upper hand. This time, he even suffered a loss. The original candidate didn't come up, but Jin Shuheng took advantage of it.
It was impossible to say that Secretary Song wasn't angry at all. But he had always been restrained. He didn't make any remarks that were detrimental to his image. The last time he met Jin Shuheng at a meeting, he even took the initiative to shake hands with him. After all, he was one rank higher than Jin Shuheng.
But in the near future, Jin Shuheng would be on the same rank as him. They were both Deputy Governors. Even if Jin Shuheng retired, it was unlikely that he would enter the Politburo. But in terms of rank, Secretary Song couldn't suppress him. Not to mention that Minister Jin was a few years younger than him …
Ding ding ding.
The ear-piercing phone rang from the front passenger seat.
The secretary knew that the call at this moment wasn't simple. He didn't dare to delay and took it out of his briefcase. With just a glance, he turned around and respectfully asked Secretary Song, "Secretary, it's Minister Jin."
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